Jack Riordan's Baby
"THERE'S A YOUNG lady to see you, Mrs Riordan."
The housekeeper had emerged through the long windows at the back of the house and now stood looking at Rachel as she finished clipping a long-stemmed white rose and laid it in a trug at her feet.
Rachel straightened. She was neither in the mood nor dressed for visitors. The woman couldn't be someone she knew or Mrs Grady would have said so. She had to be either one of Jack's clients or collecting for charity. In which case, why hadn't Mrs Grady dealt with it herself?
"Didn't you tell her that Mr Riordan's not here?" she asked, deciding it must be one of Jack's clients. How she'd got his address, heaven knew, but then, Jack rarely abided by any of the rules that she'd always been taught to obey.
"She doesn't want to see Mr Riordan," said Mrs Grady at once. "She asked to speak to you, Mrs Riordan. She says her name's Karen Johnson. She seemed to think you'd know who she was."
All the blood seemed to drain out of Rachel's body at that moment. She felt both sick and dizzy. She might have lost her balance had it not been for the trellis close by that provided a convenient place to res ... read full excerpt from: Jack Riordan's Baby ebook
